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The part of me that refused me changes hands often. All it takes is for the male to let his guard down and another one takes it from him. Sometimes, one of mine gains hold of it, and the energy they provide me increases to the point I even forget the hunger exists.

Then people cease to be; one after the other, or in large groups, they die. They release their energy to me, or the others like me, or releases nothing and simple end. A sickness burns through the world, leaving only a few pockets of people.

The hunger returns. I forget about the part of me that refuses me; I grasp at the little energy produced by the rare males mating together. Hunger is all that I feel. I am in darkness when I am not with those males. The hunger is so strong it is maddening. I am so weak I can not even reach to those males to make them mine.

A burst of energy calls to me, and I am with them. They are in a cave to keep away from the elements, to keep warm, and some of them are mating.

I reach for them; I beg to be heard. I chose hunger in the hopes the energy can make them notice me, and it works. One notices me, and I offer him everything that I am to be mine, to convince others to join him, and more agree, still more.

When my hunger is subdued enough I can think I understand what I have done, how I have bound myself into those males. Do not let me go hungry again, I command them. In return I grant them some dominion over the world, over the males in it.

It is an arrangement that pleases us all.

* * * * *

I jerked awake a painful erection. It wasn't enough He was dumping His life into my dreams, couldn't He keep His own horniness out of it? I looked at my palm, the phrase I'd written was gone, but it shouldn't have mattered, so long as I had energy, it should have kept me awake.

I must have made a mistake when I wrote it. I should just be thankful it hadn't exploded.

I rubbed my face and grumbled. "I already knew you are the source of our power, why don't you go bother someone who actually cares?" Frank would love the history lesson I was getting against my will.

"Sir?" The driver looked at me in the rearview mirror. He was sheep with brown wool. I couldn't place his name, one of the latest batch of recruits.

"I'm okay, just nodded off."

"Yes sir." He eased into a parking spot. "We're here."

I placed a call. "What's the status?"

"We arrived five minutes ago," Antonio answered. "We're sweeping the place. No one's been giving us problems."

"Are the others here?"

"They're waiting in their car for the all-clear."

"Message me when it's safe to go in." I looked around. We were downtown, in a private parking lot. Traffic was crazy even in the middle of the afternoon. "Were we followed?"

"Not that I saw, sir."

"Stop calling me sir. I'm barely thirty." I actually missed Tom's rasing, He said everyone calling me sir was a sign of respect, but it just made me feel old. I brought up a video of Edward. Lorraine was trying to feed him and my son wanted nothing to do with it. There was baby food everywhere.

My son, the fighter.

The all-clear came. I exited the car and my driver was at my side, adjusting his holster. He looked like a kid playing dress-up in his black suit. At least I'd convinced him to forgo the tie. Maybe I should have Zee dress everyone, that would avoid all the black. But he'd insist on dressing me too. I could live with black.

The restaurant was called Champagnard. The name was supposed to be some play on Champaign and French rustic food. It had been Max's second choice, his first one for these meetings being La Bouche, and he wasn't getting me in there ever again. Being sucked off while I ate was one thing, but while I was we were having a meeting, it was another. Even sex and food weren't something I cared to mix.

The hostess was a lithe coati in a tight-fitting dress. "Do you have a reservation?" she asked, looking me over.

I yet again didn't fit in with my jeans, shirt and jacket. I stopped caring a while ago. "I'm with the Cormoran party."

"Unfortunately," Someone said. The cougar who entered was dressed in a three thousand dollar gray suit with silver buttons. He looked at the sheep. "Where's your badger? I was under the impression you were unable to take your cock out of his ass."

The hostess gasped. At least that told me I wouldn't have to worry about any of the staff starting something. "Tom is away on business, he should be back in a day or two. I'll make sure to tell him you asked after him. He'll be happy to drop be and you can fuck him too."

"I have better tastes than that."

"Clearly, you don't," Max said as he entered, "mister Marrows is quite a fun fuck." Max smiled at the stunned and blushing hostess. "Maximilian Cormoran, I have a table for five." He turned to the bodyguards. "The three of you can sit at the bar, you'll have a view of our table, order food if you want to, on my tab."

"No alcohol," I added as I followed the hostess.

"Is the sweeping team staying, Denton?"

"No, they did their job, they're heading back to Steel Link."

"Is mister Marrows doing well? Was one of the victims of the bombing?" He smiled at the hostess. "Thank you, my dear. Can you tell Alonzo that I'll have his Hawaiian sausage to start?"

"Max!" I couldn't believe he was going to do that here

"What?"

"I thought you wanted a meeting, not to fuck."

The older cougar looked confuse, then grinned. "It's a dish. Sausages in a pineapple glaze with spices."

I eyed Max suspiciously. I wouldn't put it past him to have set this up just so we'd have sex in a public environment, but Stan looked bored, so maybe it was what he claimed. "And Tom's fine. He wasn't at Royal Security when it was attacked. He was in San Francisco to--" I stopped and realized I was about to reveal something I'd promised to keep to myself. "For medical reasons."

Stan snorted. "Isn't he old?"

Max glared at the younger cougar. "And what does that mean?"

"They start breaking down when they get old. That's all," Stan answered in a hurry. "It's not the same for you, uncle."

"Why is he here, exactly?" I asked.

"Because it's obvious he needs training in what it means to be an Elder. I don't want to have someone like Raphael taking over once I'm gone."

"Okay, and why am I here?" I asked instead of touching that subject. "You weren't exactly forthcoming with details, just that we needed to meet. If it's about the police officers Damian has co-opted, I'm working on that."

Max shook his head. "I'm just the intermediary," Max answered, "there is someone who wants to talk with you."

I opened my mouth to remind him how little I liked these kinds of surprises, but noticed the two lions being escorted toward our table. I was out of my chair and met them halfway, hugging the closest one, "Frank!" I hugged his brother. "Fred! What are you doing here? Why the secrecy?"

They pulled me to the table before answering.

"We didn't want the Gray Church to know we were coming," Frank said. Paused as a server placed a large platter on the table. The sausages smelled sweet and savory.

"And knowing how you're under watch by your ex-partner, we figured it was safer if you didn't know," Fred finished, forking a sausage.

"Okay, then why are you here? Have you uncovered something useful from the twin's library?"

"Oh, there's plenty useful stuff in there," Fred answered, "but that's not why we're here. I think I came up with a way to break the bond Damian had over the men he marks without killing them in the process."

The server returned, and I realized I hadn't even looked at the menu. Max ordered for us before I could open it.

I waited for the server to leave. "And that's without those books?"

"There's nothing in there about severing the bond," Frank said. "The people who wrote them weren't interested in freeing anyone. The closest they come to that is how to transfer the control to themselves, and we already saw how that's done."

I nodded. Kill the man within a magical script written in blood. Damian had killed plenty of them that way, ending with his two brothers.

"Okay, so how do we do it?" I asked.

The two lions exchanged a look, and I sighed. I looked at Max. "Did you volunteer me for one of Fred's experiment?"

The cougar grinned. "If it helps, I volunteered the two of us for it."

"It doesn't. Do I at least get some details about it, Fred?"

The lion shook his head. "It's best if you go into it blind. I'm worried that knowledge of what I'm trying to do is going to skew the results."

"What are the chances of backlash?"

"Oh, there's aren't any," Fred answered, then hesitated. "Well, I don't think there can be."

I sighed. This was setting up to be an interesting afternoon.